Believe me, I've tried not to go. Marcia, my only therapist, has slowly walked me through the minefield over these past 7 years. My Insurance comnpany won't pay her, so I've wandered off through many others, only to find that they only desire a paycheck.

And then, some bring up god. The bible...

After considerable consideration, I've decided not to go down that road.

The whole point of therapy is to confront that which you least want to confront. You're not going to do it on your own. That's why they make the big bucks.

I hate therapy, but I hate feeling like I do, far worse. Far worse. A healthy week for me is to cry a few times, get angry once, and betweeen, find some solace in life.

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